Maid

Brandi thought of her choices. The last thing she wanted was to be waiting on snotty bitches all day, so she decided to be the maid. "I'll be your fu....maid," she said.

"Very good," said Gloria. "Here are some ground rules. You will be assigned daily chores you must complete before 5 pm. You will always answer me with 'ma'am,' you are not to leave the house without permission, you are not to have anyone over without permission, you will have no cell phone, any time any of my friends or colleagues come over, you will curtsy to them and address them as 'ma'am' or 'sir,' you will smile, and you will not speak unless spoken to or you are asking a question. Do those things, and you will live here for a year, not at county in a dank cell with some Amazon dyke cell mate. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Brandi. She clenched her jaw.

"Any questions?"

"Do I get my old room back?"

"'Do I get my old room back....'"

"Do I get my old room back, ma'am?"

"No, Lisa has converted it to a home gym," said Gloria. "Lisa!" she called.

Home gym? thought Brandi. Lisa had always been a tomboy, and Brandi used to call her a wannabe dyke. Lisa was average height and athletic. She was on the softball team and had even tried out for the high school wrestling team. She was a year younger than Brandi, and Brandi had not seen her in three years.

"Yes, mom?" came a voice.

Brandi turned, and her mouth fell open. Coming down the stairs was her step-sister, but not the one she remembered. Lisa was wearing bicycle shorts and a tight tank top, and she was rippling with muscles and deeply tan.

"Lisa here is working on becoming a personal trainer, but she is competing in body building contests in the mean time," said Gloria "Right after you moved out, we converted your room to her gym. She is a workout beast. You remember Brandi, don't you, Lisa?"

"Oh yeah, how could I forget?" said Lisa. "Sorry about your room," she said with a smirk.

"So where will I live....ma'am?"

"In the basement," said Gloria. "There is a twin bed down there and a dresser and there's the half bath. The washer and dryer are down there, so that'll be convenient for you.

"Hey, Lisa, where's the protein powder?" came a voice from the stairs.

Brandi's eyes went wide as she saw another girl come down the stairs. This one was tall and more muscular than Lisa. She had short blonde hair, a square jaw, and sharp cheekbones. She was also deeply tanned.

"Brandi, this is my live-in girlfriend Stacey," said Lisa. "Stacey, this is my step-sister Brandi."

Stacey walked over and stood next to Gloria. She folded her arms and glared at Brandi. "Lisa told me all about you."

"No, Stacey," said Gloria. "Brandi here is on the road to reform. She's agreed to be out live-in maid, so she'll be doing your laundry and such. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Brandi, trying not to talk between clenched teeth.

"Good," said Gloria, "I'll show you to your new quarters plus, your uniform is waiting for you downstairs."

Uniform? thought Brandi. This can't be good.